Luckily they didn’t run into anyone willing to stop them on their way back to the market.
“You think the dragon will still be here?” Rafe asked.
“I don’t know but he doesn’t strike me as someone who gives up easily,” Rhea said.
They passed the food seller and turned the corner before they saw the dragonman again.
“Hello my pretty!” Brurien said.
“Hello Brurien,” Rhea replied.
The dragonman leader didn’t seem surprised to see her again if his smug smile was anything to go by. But maybe dragons always looked smug.
“Let’s walk.” Brurien extended his arm.
Rhea slid her hand into the crook of his arm. Her guards flanked them a few steps behind.
Brurien regarded them with amusement. “Do they think they can do something if I decide to attack?”
“We might be able to stop her from killing you,” Rafe offered with a toothy smile.
“Your cat is funny,” Brurien said with a growl.
“He wasn’t kidding.” Rhea let her magic bleed into her eyes until she could feel them burn. She couldn’t let the dragon think she was weak. She still didn’t know what he wanted her for.
“Hmm you are intriguing,” Brurien purred.
“What is it you want dragon?” Rhea asked.
“This world is low on magic. Our eggs are hatching less each year. We would like you to charge our breeding stone with moon magic. It will help make our eggs more viable. As soon as I saw you I knew you were the one to help us.” The fervor in Brurien’s voice told Rhea how much the dragon believed in his words.
“I thought you laid eggs in the sand?” Rhea asked. Curiosity about the dragons would be her downfall. The more questions she asked the more she knew she’d end up doing it. She never could resist anyone in trouble.
“We started that a few years ago when our stones stopped providing protection and warmth. I see in you the hope of my people. If you help me I will even put in a good word for you with the king,” the dragon grinned.
“I thought you said you wanted me to help you,” Rhea said dryly.
Brurien threw back his head and laughed. “I think I’m going to enjoy working with you my dear.”
“How many rocks do you need me to charge?” Rhea could feel the magic grinding away at her bones. It would be a relief to burn away some of her power.
“Ideally five. I don’t know how many you’ll be able to do but I have that many stones I’d like to have charged.”
“What does Rhea get out of it?” Peller asked.
Brurien smiled. “What do you want my dear?”